Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

my sister and me remained. Clara stood at the marble slab, her fingers moving with rapid, practiced efficiency as she lined the tart tins with pastry. I smoothed my linen apron and watched her adjust her silver watch before she wiped her hands and reached down into a canvas tote bag resting by her feet.

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